Hmphf
Why?
Why am I here?
You live your life like you're still alone.
You've asked me to come time and time again.
I live as a shut in.
My companions:
The dog.
Frustration, loneliness, anger, depression, inconsideration.
I don't understand how you can't see it. Nor feel it. Nor feel why I'm upset or why you should be.
I can't even hide the vodka here.
The father
Dad, I know you love me.
I know I'm one of the few.
And, I love you.
I'm sure I know that you do.
But I'm also aware it's about "the who."
The "who" that I do.
The who I make mew.
Really, this is nothing new.
With all the theatre; the cue.
I'm pretty, so I'll only like a few.
Sorry that I'm over the pew.
It seems you like the who that I pursue.
With the fam, I get it, quite a dif avenue.
Though I believe my love is true.
deep impact
Rummaging through a life of
forced dreams and
corporate machines
for a Unicorn called Happiness.
It fills me after helping people.
Witnessing the moment
when their eyes spark
I’ve helped pay the light bill
knowledge is the currency
Receiving credit doesn’t matter;
they’ve usually forgotten me.
What’s left with them is the residue
of a ghost saddened by the world
but allows the burden to sit on her
tired shoulders as she drifts
in and out of people’s lives
sometimes giving unsolicited advice
even if she can’t live up to her own
unreasonable standards.
29 years bitter, but there’s still a
reservoir of hope that stays hidden
Guarded from being stolen.
I still believe in doing good.
I still believe in being a
catalyst for change.
I
still
believe.
and it depresses the hell outta me.
